So I've decided not to write about reputation and what it means and blah blah blah. I'm gonna tell a story because that's what I do best!! At least, if you ask my dance team.
So this summer, I babysat these adorable twin boys. (this is why, I say from experience, good luck mr. Worth.) They were about 5 months old, and so cute. So one day I took them to the skyline mall just for a change and to walk them around.
So I put my two babies in their double seat stroller and off we go, strolling around the mall. Every so often, Elan would fuss and we'd stop so I could feed him, or I'd have to stop and cuddle a squimy Ethan. And i was loving every second! Until.. Crazy lady number one arrived. Our conversation went like this...
CL: oh! What beautiful boys!
Me: oh, thanks! *I'm about to say they're not mine but she cuts me off.*
CL: How old are they?!
Me: oh about five months!
CL: what'd you name them?
Me: oh, their names are Elan and Ethan.
CL: you know I really respect you for keeping them. Twins none the less! How old are you!?
Me: oh-- um, I'm 15 but-
CL: so young! Who's their father?
Me: LADY!! I'M JUST THE BABYSITTER!!!
CL: oh.
And I swear, I had this conversation about forty times. It's sad that pregnancy is teenaged girls reputation. Have a little respect and ask first.
There goes my reputation.
<3 Taylor Elaine
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